Whether you're into horror and gore, chicklit or even straight-up erotica, this contest is for you. The only requirement is that your story contains: The Romance factor, and... a Mistletoe. The Mistletoe Contest 2019 - A contest hosted by The Romance Addicts.

"Chrissy! Open the door!" Just as I'm watering my beautiful kumquat and trying to distract myself, the phone beeps, and I growl as I realize that I'm not the only whose day was ruined because of Mr. fungus's annoyingness. Is this your hot boss shouting your name from the street? - Ginko Determined to rip his head for the endless hours of gossip he's just granted my neighbors, I storm out of the kitchen and stand on the single vacant tile of my jungle of a balcony. "What do you want?" I try to keep my voice as low as possible, but the windows opening across the entire street tell me that this is by no means a private conversation. "We need to talk." "You mean that you want to find a new way of sucking the sap out of me, and using me like you always do?" "I'm sorry for what happened, Chrys. I truly am!" he finally concludes, his eyes refusing to let mine go. A wave of Aws passes over the street as the single ladies strategically standing on their balconies swoon at the fit for a rom-com scene. Little do they know is that they just fell for another trick of the master of opportunism. Planning on hissing on him and going back in, I take a deep breath and brush a hand through my tangled hair. Much to my dismay, my elbow knocks one of the many aloe vera pots, and soon enough, it rains plant and flowers on the guy as the audience gasps in terror. 🍂 Human Botany 101 🍂

"No matter your problems, face them with a bright smile and a bucket of chocolate ice-cream," nana once wisely told me. At the time, I was barely twelve and thought that I could summon a unicorn if I just believed in myself. A decade later, despite my massive student loans and almost nonexistent love life, that piece of advice was all I needed to maintain good mental health and earn myself some lovely padded hips. Little did I know that a horrific monster was lurking in the shadows, waiting for the right moment to strike and scare the living daylights out of my naïve and helpless self. 'There she goes again with the metaphors and literary witchcraft...' Did you really have to make an entrance right now, conscience? I was about to get to the exciting part. As I was saying, that hideous monster popped out of nowhere and there was no ice-cream bucket big enough to vanquish it. Hence, I only reacted the way an average person such as myself would. 'You gathered your forces and made it creep back into the shadows? It realized that you were too nice and boring to be messed with? Or did Prince Charming arrive, on his white horse of course, and saved little helpless you?' Nope, not exactly and definitely not. I ran away and left everything and everyone I ever cared about behind. 'Remind me again why we're having an emotional trip down memory lane?' Because it's about time I went back and fixed everything. - 🏆 1st place winner in The Duck Awards (Romance Category) - 🏆 1st place winner in The Chaos Awards 8 (Humor Category) - 🏆 2nd place winner in THE ROMANCE READS CONTESTS (Lovers Category) - 🏆 2nd place winner in The Sparkle and Shine Awards 2K19 (Romcom Category) - ✨ Featured on Wattpad's Romance - ✨ Featured on Wattpad's Cupid - ✨ Featured on Wattpad's NA - ✨ Featured on Wattpad's Multicultural -